Mr Munchmould's Cheesy Business Grandpa In My Pocket

Not the shrinking cap, Grandpa!

Catch me if you can!

Come down, Grandpa!

ELSIE: 'Some days we get peculiar people staying at the Mill on the

'Marsh. And today, a very peculiar one was having breakfast.

'His name was Mr Munchmould.'

-Anything else, Mr Munchmould?

-More cheese, please!

-'And he loved cheese.'

-More cheese?

-Oh, you can't have enough cheese.

'I was playing the Captain Dumbletwit game with Grandpa.'

Oh, no, a space spider's web. Miss a turn!

-He wants more cheese.

-More cheese?!

He'll look like a cheese at this rate. Or smell like one.

Who is this Mr Munchmould, anyway? What is he doing in Sunnysands?

-He sounds peculiar.

-He is peculiar, Grandpa.

He said he's here on business. Cheesy business.

Cheesy business? Oh, dear. Don't like the sound of that.

'Yes, this was the day of... Mr Munchmould's cheesy business.

'Later that day, in Mr Whoops' shop,

'my cousin Jason was buying sweets.'

Right you are. Lemon bonbons!

'Just then, Ms Smiley arrived with Mr Whoops' lunch.'

My lovely, jubbly hubby.

Ah! Wonder wife of mine!

-'That's what they call each other now they're married.'

-Oh, lemon bonbons.

-Grandpa's favourite.

-He says they help him think.

I'll just put your lunch in the back.

'Suddenly, the door flew open, and in marched Mr Munchmould.'

Mr Munchmould!

-Mr Whoops.

-Whoops!

-Oh, Mr Whoops.

-How could I be so clumsy?

It's clear to me that you're not really capable of running this shop.

Oh, he is. He just has little accidents, that's all.

Someone who has little accidents should not be in charge of a shop.

But it's a brilliant toy shop. Everyone loves it.

Listen here, young man. I own this building, you see? This is all mine!

-'Mr Whoops was upset.'

-But, Mr Munchmould,

I always pay my rent.

The fact is this, Mr Whoops. I am now going to take over this shop,

and it will no longer be a toy shop.

It will be a cheese shop!

-A cheese shop? But Sunnysands needs toys.

-We don't need cheese.

Everywhere needs cheese. You can't have enough cheese.

-You mustn't change it. We all love Mr Whoops' shop.

-My shop, young man.

-My shop.

-But it's the best toy shop in the world.

And it will now be the best cheese shop in the world.

When I'm back, I shall have a piece of paper for you to sign, Mr Whoops,

saying that you will leave...

..at once.

He's going to make me leave my lovely toy shop.

We won't let it happen. Grandpa will know what to do.

ELSIE: 'So, Jason, Ms Smiley and Mr Whoops got into Mr Whoops' car,

'drove out of Sunnysands and down the country lanes,

'and very soon they arrived here, at the Mill on the Marsh.'

A cheese shop?

You can't turn the best toy shop in the world into a cheese shop.

What can we do, Grandpa? Whatever can we do?

'Grandpa sucked on his lemon bonbon. Then, he said...'

Here's what you do. You all dash over to your shop, Mr Whoops,

so you're there when he comes over with that paper for you to sign.

And then you explain to him that it's a terrible idea, terrible.

-I'm sure we can do that.

-I should be back at my cafe.

Why don't I help at the cafe, Ms Smiley? You can stay with Mr Whoops.

-Good idea, Jason. These bonbons are beginning to work.

-Oh, Elsie.

Mr Munchmould wants to turn Mr Whoops' shop into a cheese shop!

-That's awful!

-We're going to try and stop him. Come on.

I'll drop you off at the cafe, Jason.

-Are you coming, Grandpa?

-Of course I'm coming. But the only thing

that will stop Mr Munchmould's plan is a bit of magic.

Not the shrinking cap, Grandpa!

Catch me if you can!

'You know, when Grandpa shrinks, he can run so fast you can't catch him.

'He can hide in teeny tiny places.

'And he can get anywhere he wants to.

'Like this.

'Today, I thought he was coming in my backpack with me.'

-Come on then, Grandpa.

-No, I'll come in the plane a bit later, Elsie.

'And he jumped down onto the floor.'

Your job will be to get everyone out of the shop,

-except Mr Munchmould, OK?

-OK.

-Then ring me.

-Right.

Let it ring three times, I'll know it's you,

and that will be my sign to set off.

-Right?

-Right.

-Off you go.

'But Mr Munchmould was not going to change his mind.'

It will be magnificent!

Cheese from the floor to the ceiling.

But, Mr Munchmould, everybody in Sunnysands

loves Mr Whoops and his shop.

And what will happen to Mr Whoops?

I'm sure he can come and help you in the cafe, Ms Smiley.

Whoops!

If he can stop having little accidents! Right, Mr Whoops,

sign here.

'I decided it was time to call Grandpa.

'Then I'd have to find a way to get everyone out of the shop -

'apart from Mr Munchmould.'

-PHONE RINGS

-A-ha!

'I let it ring three times.'

Off we go. I'm on my way, Elsie.

'And Grandpa took off and flew out of the window towards Sunnysands

'and Mr Whoops' shop, where Mr Munchmould said...'

I see none of you has anything to say.

'Now was my chance.'

Actually, I do. I have something.

-The thing is...

-Oh, what is the thing, little girl?

'Mr Munchmould bent down to talk and his breath smelt like old socks!'

-The thing is, Mr Whoops' toy shop... is magic.

-Magic, eh? Well, well.

If things are magic, little girl, then magical things happen.

They do, if you let them.

Why don't we go to Ms Smiley's cafe for ice cream?

Then Mr Munchmould can see the magic for himself.

-Good idea, Elsie.

-Excellent, off you go.

I can't wait for all the magic to start. Bye-bye.

Goodbye, shop.

'As Mr Munchmould unpacked his cheese, Grandpa flew in.

'He jumped out of the plane and ran,

'and Mr Munchmould picked the plane up.'

Very odd. Doesn't look radio controlled.

'Grandpa had got on the table and he started the train going.'

-What is it?

-'Then, Grandpa went up to an alligator toy,

'and set it working. Mr Munchmould couldn't think what was going on.'

-But there's nobody here!

-'But there was somebody here.

'And he'd just wound some frogs up.'

I don't believe this. This is extraordinary.

'Bit by bit, the toy shop started to come to life, thanks to Grandpa.'

'And when he saw a little puppet mouse, he crawled inside and went...'

-Eek, eek.

-'Mr Munchmould heard the mouse.'

-I heard a mouse!

-'Mr Munchmould didn't like mice.'

I don't like mice!

Then I wouldn't have a cheese shop if I were you.

Because mice love cheese!

And I'll invite all my friends here, yum, yum, yum.

Good grief, this is extraordinary. It's... It's magic!

-Toys that work by themselves, talking mice...

-Eek, eek.

..that little girl was right.

-This has got to be the best toy shop in the world!

-Eek, eek.

'And Mr Munchmould ran to the telephone

'and dialled the number of Ms Smiley's cafe.'

'Grandpa got out of the mouse and hid.'

PHONE RINGS

Hello, Ms Smiley's cafe.

Oh, hello, Mr Munchmould. Yes.

Yes, he is.

Come back, you must come back quickly. Your toy shop IS magic!

He says it's magic. My toy shop is magic!

-I knew it would be.

-So did I.

'We dropped Mr Whoops and Ms Smiley back at the toy shop.'

No more cheese, I promise you, no more cheese, Mr Whoops. Just toys.

-Magical toys.

-'Grandpa was quite pleased with himself.

'Then Mr Munchmould tore up the paper he'd made Mr Whoops sign,

'shook Mr Whoops by the hand...'

Good luck, Mr Whoops.

'..picked up his case full of cheese and made for the door.'

Goodbye, shop.

Oh, Mr Whoops.

'Ms Smiley was hugging Mr Whoops

'so tightly that they didn't see Grandpa fly out of the door.

'And very soon he was back at the Mill on the Marsh.'

'When we got home,

'we ran upstairs to make sure Grandpa had got back safely.'

Cap off, Grandpa, quick!

You should be proud of Elsie, Jason, she worked wonders.

Well, both of you together worked wonders, Grandpa.

-All three of us did. It was teamwork.

-Teamwork!

Grandpa, there you are.

I don't know what Elsie did, but she absolutely convinced

Mr Munchmould that Mr Whoops' shop was magic.

-Clever girl.

-What's for supper, Mum? Cheese?

LAUGHTER

Teamwork!